Season's Greetings and a Happy New Year!
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick, from the poem TO THE VIRGINS, MAKE MUCH OF TIME
I was trying to find some pictures from 10 years ago, but nine years ago is the first year I had a digital camera; there are some hard copies from New Year's Eve 2002 somewhere, but I have no idea where. (Regrettably I have no pictures of the girl stripping, but I do have some pictures of her in her little black dress and Snegurichka hat, as I recall.)
Here are some pictures from New Year's Eve 2003 in Vodkaberg:
Fans of VODKABERG might be interested in a role call here; that's me in the blue sweater, Slappy's Wife in the grey sweater (about 5 months pregnant, i think?) A typical Russian Novy God table, full of mayonnaise-drenched salads.
The one with the long black hair is Crazy Angel, and the other one was identified in the book as Anna, from 2003. (I don't know why those last two are marked Dec 25; camera date was wrong, I guess. It was the same New Year's Eve party.)
Tonight? Home with Mom and the stepdad, I think we're going to watch WAR HORSE and then Ryan Seacrest's Hip-Hopping New Year or whatever it's called these days. Rock out baby! Mother is recovering well from a hysterectomy (but not looking forward to the chemotherapy), and anyway it's sleeting out.